Yellow sun is judged by the colour of her skin
The half is perceived as the content of character

But the mind is traumatized to an inglorious war
Where patriarchal foils and feminist foils can't see
Beyond the man in the mirror.

Jackson sings if you want to make a change begin with the Man in the mirror

Whose image is that?
Sand or Strands?

How could it be that the half lamb half tiger did not simmer in the abridged sun?

But locked away in the ambition of a little black son matched with the enemy of Alli decades before the stereotypes of stories flushed out the Blushing of a goddess for an aspirant

It was strands that saw sands
No
It was sands that saw strands

A debate or a frigate?

We laughed and we danced
That was not a history but a secret
Moments after sands found strands
Hue of Curtis mattered most in filial company

Beginnings restarted, as ending rolled back
As soon as white and black split into tempered Classic and power tragics, mastered systems spoke

Only that the company of power and the savages Of classic white looked like a blemish on Imacculate beddings and silver drapes

Monarchy and whitarchy cooperate against Blackarchy in the knuckle and  fundament of four little black girls from King's native after four, two three dotage

Wishes pushed proselytism of the occident and the orient to an exuberant brink only to return spoils instead of black four little sons

We know why the the throbs of Kings posterity still chase the white goddesses of whitarchy, leaving footprint stains on the gonfalon of two Colours and negotiated anthem reawakened

How impossible is it
The wonders of puissance
The countenance of acceptance
The posture of trending
The disposition of what I have become!

Names too lost their native legend to the silver widgets arranged where the sun sets

Sun did not take sides either for black or white, it only switches sides for hue of Curtis.

It has no chromium yet we are on pins and needles scavenging for attention on the cover Pages of scandal sheet

Mirrors do not reflect light in the dark
Eyes too bright to see might be too keen to the blindfold at night
I was black so the beam of mirrors in the dark
Drank the spill of my image
From the face of the mirror to the pose of the obsidian
How can a black oak see itself in the face of a mirror in the dark?
Light is a phenomenal command for the dark but a compass for the mirror
Who holds the power of the light?
When sights pasquenades silver faces of mirrors
Heights of birds in flight gets the pull to the triangle
Water is unstable yet the triangle is perfect when it coordinates its death pull
A blanched eye and an obsidian sight can forge the triangle to hold the intensity of its pull
When infant mammals fly in Juno beach

Dismissed spectacle in suburbs of greed
Vanquished the terrestrial amulets!

Conquest is a plus where victories have no
Pyrrhic courtesies cramped against life and death
Fantastic rivers of hope dismount from spectacular streams if despair

How untrue that Listers were not machines
How impossible that winders were no settlers in Waste lands and summerlands

Phreckles smashed the Beaty of  loamy *******
But found the ******* of depression rocking the blast of calculated beats and coordinated dreams

A hand shake has become a brand race for lights
No one failed in the bits of whole and bits!

It happened once, it's your mistake
It happened twice, it's your fault
It happened the third time, you're a fool!

You ignore it once, it's called Tolerance
You endured it twice it's called patience
You allowed it the third time, it's your foolishness!

Warned the first time, it's an instance of love
Warned the second time it's negligence
Cautioned the third time it's violence

Taken the first time, it's deterrence
Detained the second time it's a quit emergency
Convicted the this time, it's life imprisonment.

Light has no switch
Sitting on the wheels opens eyes to switch
When blistering rage and tampered patience
Negotiate peace, compromise knows the dazzle

Masters of war pick fights using the rage of the Clouds and the shift of cost in paradigm shifts

Cola nuts could not educate Gen z, coca cola's effevisce rusticate the angst of solar ******
Leaving manifold breaches frazzled in the frost